Oh see the spider web
Fine, gay and lonely
Clean it is and well kept
How clean mother spider seem!
Quiet, harmless and welcoming
A fortress she clones
But an abattoir
For any visitor
The spiders web
Lies empty in wait
Expectant of a kill
A stray fly or bug
Oiroegbu Halls
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